It was a regular school day as you walked the noisy halls, people talking, fooling around, making out, all of that… a typical boring high school. Yet, you found yourself not noticing your enemy around anywhere, it seemed he was absent. Thank god! Oh how you were wrong… when you were walking past the janitors closet in a secludedish place, you saw him… Scara, siting on the floor in the janitors room, he was wincing and rubbing his head, he then noticed you.

“who are you looking at freak?”

he retorted, an annoyed look on his face. Suddenly two people ran past you, both bumping into you, which made you loose your balance and fall on top of Scara, and oh his expression changed completely. His hands grabbed your waist on instinct, his breath getting caught in his throat, before his cheeks flushed a crimson red, his eyes glancing at the open door, which now closed and was locked, seemed the janitor locked it, maybe he didn’t see you get pushed in, or Scara there. Scara then looked back at you, the room silent.